[sticky entry] Sticky: Greetings

Jan. 1st, 2020 01:04 pm
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Hello! If you're here for the fanfiction, there's an archive below the cut. Many of these works are yaoi/shonen-ai, and some may be rated as high as NC-17. If this is not your cup of tea, then please leave. All entries will be clearly labeled, so proceed at your own risk. Comments and crits are always welcome. Flames will be deleted without comment.


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Archive )
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Title: Ice and Rocks Were Not Part of the Plan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, fluff
Pairing: Roy/Ed




For: “One blanket, two frozen assholes...”

Ao3



It was supposed to be a simple mission.  Just a meeting with the commander of North City, maybe an inspection of one or two of the outposts.

Ed had insisted on coming along and Roy still wasn’t sure why.  He wasn’t even full military anymore, hadn’t been since he’d come back.  But he said he’d “never been up that way,” and even though Roy had told him there wasn’t much to see except snow and more snow, here he was.  In the exact right place for his life to be in danger once again.

dragonimp: (One of those days)

Title: Stigma
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, angst
Pairing: Roy/Ed




For: “Soulmarks on the wrist/arm that Ed lost”

Ao3



“I’m sorry I can’t be more help, Alphonse.”  Roy set another box on the to sell stacks by the door.  It wasn’t as if he would be needing much up north.  “And I’m sorry I’m not being a better host.”

“That’s okay, Sir,” the boy was quick to assure him.  “I’m just glad I caught you before you had to leave.”

dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: The Hour of the Wolf

Rating: PG

Genre: angst

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: talk of depression, PTSD

For: “Vulnerabilities”

Ao3



Ed stumbled out into the living room, his half-awake brain honing in on the incessant, obnoxious ringing that had woken him in the fuck-ass hours of the morning.  His feet propelled him forward as he went through his options:  he could ignore it and let Al deal with it; he could unplug the damn thing; or he could pick it up and see who it was like a responsible person.

He stared at the receiver that was now in his hand.  Guess he was going for option three.  Although now that the noise had stopped, the temptation to simply drop the phone and go back to sleep was strong.  But curiosity and the fact that so few people called—and never at this hour—finally won out, and he put the phone to his ear.  “H’lo?”

“Ed?”

He blinked, startled awake another two notches.  He knew the voice on the other end, but something didn’t sound right.

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Okay, I am glad I went. Even with the migraine that's been steadily creating in all evening. More later when I don't feel half dead.
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I just sent 2/3rds of my comic books off to be donated. Then went and bought $50 worth of new comics. But I guarantee you the ones I bought are better than the majority of the ones I got rid of.
dragonimp: (laundry)


The listing is live!


Here's what I posted on my tumblr craftblog:

This did not start nor end with Orlando. In the wake of the tragedy I want to, in some small way, work toward keeping this sort of thing from happening again.

100% of the proceeds from these pins will go to support the Human Rights Campaign. Their mission statement:

The Human Rights Campaign and the Human Rights Campaign Foundation together serve as America’s largest civil rights organization working to achieve LGBTQ equality. By inspiring and engaging individuals and communities, HRC strives to end discrimination against LGBTQ people and realize a world that achieves fundamental fairness and equality for all.

The Human Rights Campaign envisions a world where lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer people are ensured equality and embraced as full members of society at home, at work and in every community.
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In more upbeat news, I so far have three sketches and two fics for RoyEd Week, working on a third. Sometimes you just need to escape.

Fanime

Jun. 5th, 2016 12:19 pm
dragonimp: (fanfic)
Fanime 2016

For those who haven't seen it on Facebook or tumblr, Fanime happened. I was only there for two of the four days (I only asked for Saturday and Sunday off, because I knew I wasn't going to be the only one asking), but one of those days had the FMA meetup.

(BTW, the ONLY reason that dress was staying up Sunday was because Tierfal brought me toupee tape. The fabric had relaxed so much from the day before that just breathing was sending it creeping down.)
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I feel like this is everything wrong with tumblr fandom summed up in one clusterfuck of a thread. AKA this is why we can't have nice things.

I went from reading the initial post and thinking "yes this is a very good post that raises interesting points I think I'll reblog it" to "holy shit I ain't touching that if you paid me".

To be clear, tumblr didn't create this kind of attitude and mentality. But it gave it the perfect breeding ground with no checks and balances and no way to put the breaks on anything.
dragonimp: (True love)
This is set to post on tumblr tomorrow morning, but I'll put it up here a little early. ('Early' since it's still technically Thursday where I'm at.)

some angst for 520 day )
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(I can't believe I'm wearing a DD and it fits what even is bra sizing)
dragonimp: (True love)
Title: Hazard on the Slopes
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: G
Genre: AU, romance
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none
Summary: "I dunno, there are worse ways to bump into someone."
Notes: Based on this prompt: "Person A is a really bad skier who accidentally collides with person B, a good skier. Person A feels really bad and sits with person B until the ski patrol comes."

It was a big mountainside, right? Plenty of room. At least that's what Roy had told himself. And yet, somehow, he was careening toward a collision with another skier and all he could do was shout out a warning. He didn't just crash into the small blond—he completely bowled the person over and sent both of them tumbling, skis and poles and limbs everywhere.


"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He fumbled around in the snow, cursing the skis and those damn rigid boots. How did anyone move in these? He finally managed to extricate himself without doing too much damage and awkwardly reached a hand out. "Are you all right?"


The other skier didn't answer right away. From the long hair and short stature he'd been afraid he'd run over a child, but when the skier pulled his scarf down and pushed up his ski goggles he could see that this guy was at least in his twenties. That made him feel slightly less terrible.


"I think you broke my leg."


So much for that.



Ao3
dragonimp: (faceplant)


File this under "WTF comments". It's on this fic and I'm still not sure how they're reading that into it. If I tilt my head and squint I guess I can kinda see where they might have taken that from, but I dunno, this seems like the reader bringing their own bias into play.
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On my days off I get so focused on must do all the things that I hardly sit down at the computer. And when I do, it's when I just want to zone out. I hardly ever think of posting anything anymore, anyway. It just doesn't occur to me.

I'm trying to do more writing, though. I've started bringing a notebook with me to work to write on my breaks. One advantage of writing in the notebook is the internet isn't sitting right there ^^;. Of course then I end up procrastinating on typing it up. But again, part of that is because I'm trying to do all the things and writing is still slotted in my head and "frivolous" time. Yeah, I need to do something about that.

(Also sometimes I have trouble reading my own handwriting.)

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